Sunday, March 25, 2007

Elusive love
in the desert of roses.
Throttling demands
in the bottle of life.
Noose, noose, hangs.
Strangle, God, strangle.
drowned in tears
love, can't you see?
This mesmerizes me
this vanity of life.
Contained in tasks inevitable
dragging along for more
seek me in the woods
where rain parches the earth,
it drains me this search
which the existentialists sneer at,
But I still move on carrying their weight in my heart.